To The Dusk
She returned
to the dusk,
so many often do
Daybreak,
an
eternity away
The
season of
wine and song,
longing and laughter
had become
dull in thought
Forever remembrances
weren't
hollow words.
But time
has it's own idea
of the memories
which remain
Struggling recollections
beg for clarity.
but her heart
knows of the lust,
and long forgotten desire
Truth
retains integrity
of eternal intent
Time and age
have the advantage
of knowing
what is best for the heart
But it's the heart
which knows what is
best for the soul.
T. Labbe`
poem by Tim Labbe
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